Fate weaves our lives from threads of grey and brown. A sparkle of blue or silver shines here and there for the lucky few.
But for you, warrior king, she only uses one skein. Crimson, vermillion, and scarlet blend in your lifeline, which extends longer than seems just. Blood-red dyes bleed from your fate onto those of all whose paths intersect yours, a spreading stain of violence.
If Fate had her way, you would die in your sleep at 85 in a concubine’s arms. Fate and I disagree, and so you feel my sword at your throat tonight, young prince.
Author bio: Julia Reynolds is a writer in Austin, Texas.
Intervention is part of 101 Fiction issue 8.
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